Capone-N-Noreaga (CNN) - With Me lyrics

[Chorus 1 x2: Nas] n***as, y'all be with me to the end Real n***as that convince me, we true friends From the streets to penitentiary, they my mans For you I let my clips empty, you understand? [Noreaga:] Half gal' of Henny liquor f** up my liver I could do without it, I smoke sour And yeah I'm God body, I'm in tune with the objects Dead pictures under the benches in all projects And I don't care what the mayor say It's a recession, they putting bricks on layaway And sometimes I wan' stay away And change my jumpshot back to a fadeaway But everything okay today Tomorrow ain't promised though, and you should know it's not Hit the church, hit the mosque, go pray and meet Salam I ain't tryna kick knowledge and get all religious Spit razors out my mouth, give your face stitches Coupes with the deep dishes, leather seat posture No love for the coppers, no love for the rockers I'm authentic, organic, I recognise imposters [Chorus 1 x2: Nas] [Nas:] Yo, if my n***as got drama, I'll murder for them I get caught, I say "Your Honor, I murdered that man" God forbid, my n***as die, then I'll murder for them For every one of mine you take I'm k**ing ten of your men My n***as struggling, share the same pain as me Stay thugging cause they share the same pain as me On the corner slinging dope, serving fiends like me Watching for police, dodging the same thing as me If my n***as get caught, they know I'll be there Look behind your shoulder in trial, I'll be there Help you post bail when you sentenced, I'll be there I'll hold fort till you come back, I solemnly swear f** models when you come out, pop bottles when you come out At the gate pick you up, you drive the Hum' out License plate, registration, suitcases full of big faces If I ain't got it, then we bout to take it [Chorus 2 x2: Nas] All my n***as rolling with me to the end Real n***as that convince me, we true friends From the streets to penitentiary, they my mans For you I let my clips empty, you understand? [Capone:] True friends n***a, CNN, God's Son Fo'-fo' silencers, we duct tape a witness up Everybody dying just to beat a murder trial Favor for a favor, that's how I'm on it You wet mine, I wet yours, no money exchanged, that's consignment on it I send a wreath to foes with condolences Emotionless when I'm squeezing, easy to focus kid A loyal n***a like Kane and Purnell My gangsta is too heavy, try to weigh it on a scale From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable For my n***as, ain't no telling who I'll give it to We the same blood type? I'll give my liver too Revenge is a promise, that sh** is biblical I got five, you got two and a half though We split everything down the middle like ash yo You don't f** with none of my n***as then don't speak to me Frequently I like to "Buckshots" like Evil Dee [Chorus 2 x2: Nas]